At Calvery Hill, Democracy crucified
Not criminals but Jesus Christ the just
Evil gangs throng, move united to crush
Even today, Just, Love, Mercy and Blush
Dark clouds hide the Sun, making gloom
But the mighty Sun with cool breeze groom
The black clouds condensed drop droplets
As blessing as oozing blood of Jesus Christ
Memory of the mangers springs with happiness
Blood on the Cross fills my mind with sadness
Hope and depression alternate in life of all
Before the smile of babies wrinkle and fall.
Christmas reminds and remains forever here
And urges us to think of dawn and dusk clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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